Friday, 4 September 2009 - 11:26 pm

At the window

It’s so tricky, trying to get time to post. I have to be quick – I think they’re keeping an eye on us. How did Matt have time to write all that last night? Maybe the concussion is making me type slow.

This morning, I woke up to hear my friend chatting with the medic – or chatting him up, it’s hard to tell. The medic said that he was still in training when the bomb went off, and they’ve lost the ‘real’ doctors since then, so he’s all that’s left. No wonder he has a perpetually lost look about him.

I insisted on getting up today. I didn’t like that I hadn’t seen any of the others – more worrying, not even Matt had seen them. I kept telling them yesterday that I was okay, but the medic said I should rest and Matt looked so worried that I agreed. Today was the same, though I haven’t slept as much.

If I’m honest, I do feel better for it. I don’t think I’ve slept as much in the past month as I have over the last couple of days.

So I got out of bed today and managed to wander around the room only occasionally wanting to throw up or fall over. Then I sat at the window for a while and watched the courtyard below. That was enough to keep me quiet for a while.

Matt’s right – it is bigger than we thought. So many people moving back and forth, all busy with something or other. Not all of them army – I saw a few civilians in the mix, if the clothing is anything to go by. Some structures have canvas extensions on them, stretched out over vehicles and equipment that they don’t want the rain falling on. It was all… very organised, which I guess is to be expected.

I thought it would be comforting. Organisation, a piece of the old establishment. It should be sweet, but it tastes wrong, like it’s been left out too long.


I’m frustrated with being stuck in here. I’m worried about my friends and where they are. They’re busy, we were told. We’ll see them soon, when I get out of here. Tomorrow, I hope. I’m fine. I kept telling them, I’m okay, let me go find them.

Soon. The stressed little medic says soon. It better be.


I hear footsteps. Time to pretend I’m sleeping again.